Book Spotlight & Giveaway: Caress of Darkness by Julie Kenner

About Caress of Darkness

From New York Times and International bestselling author Julie Kenner (aka J. Kenner)...
From the first moment I saw him, I knew that Rainer Engel was like no other man. Dangerously sexy and darkly mysterious, he both enticed me and terrified me.

I wanted to run-to fight against the heat that was building between us-but there was nowhere to go. I needed his help as much as I needed his touch. And so help me, I knew that I would do anything he asked in order to have both.

But even as our passion burned hot, the secrets in Raine's past reached out to destroy us ... and we would both have to make the greatest sacrifice to find a love that would last forever.

And don't miss the next books in the series, already available for preorder!

Find Me in Darkness (January 13, 2015)
Find Me in Pleasure (January 20, 2015)
Find Me in Passion (January 27, 2015)
Caress of Pleasure (a 2015 1001 Dark Nights release!)

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About J. KENNER

Julie Kenner (aka J. Kenner and J.K. Beck) is the New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of over forty novels, novellas and short stories in a variety of genres.

Praised by Publishers Weekly as an author with a “flair for dialogue and eccentric characterizations,” J.K. writes a range of stories including super sexy romances, paranormal romance, chick lit suspense and paranormal mommy lit. Her foray into the latter, Carpe Demon: Adventures of a Demon-Hunting Soccer Mom by Julie Kenner, is in development as a feature film with 1492 Pictures.

Her most recent trilogy of erotic romances, The Stark Trilogy (as J. Kenner), reached as high as #2 on the New York Times list and is published in over twenty countries.

J.K. lives in Central Texas, with her husband, two daughters, and several cats.

You can reach Julia via: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Pinterest

Excerpt

I shift a bit in the seat, then take a sip of the scotch. It’s good. Exceptionally good, actually, and I tell him so. “Most men would have offered me wine.” 
 “I’m not most men.”
“Yeah. I actually figured that out.”
“Clever girl.”
I smile at him, enjoying talking to him even more than I like looking at him. But right then, I’m not interested in talking. Or in looking for that matter. All I want to do is feel. 
I move to set the scotch aside, but he takes the glass from my hand, then slips his finger into the liquid and slides the digit into his own mouth. My body clenches merely from the sight, and my lips tingle with awareness. “Raine.”